Staring, As I Often Do

Staring, as I often do Staring, as I often do This distant place of wondering Afforded of a mystic view Raising flags, woven free upon the wind Across the sea In your pocket to remain A piece of me in charms upon a silver coated chain Floating of its own ebb and soul Waving as forever comes Sent of lost and feathered shores grinning ear to ear Taken from a prison camp, framed in ocean’s mist, found and lost and found again Something I cannot resist Each day I reach, in lengthened gathered steam Drinking of a lemon scent and foaming parakeets Dancing on the beach of wings Searing on the feet Floundering, dreaming, asking… When will you come to me Fingers shade the sun Bleaching on its way Bountiful of endless love So, so far away This distant place of wondering As I often do, staring Hoping to find you